I tackled an alpacka once, literally pulled myself up Mt.
Washington in the winter with nothing more than a six inch stick,
will get arrested if I ever climb Sleeping Giant at night ever
again, committed a federal offense with nothing more than my face,
eat meat so rare that I swear I can hear it moo, have run across
the Knifes Edge (100FT stretch of 2ft wide slippery rock with 365ft
of death on either side during peak wind speeds) in NH, ride bikes,
can cook you a meal that will make you never want to cook again,
brew an assortment of libations that will make you forget my name,
and will play you a song on a different instrument every night of
the week (you know, for like two days).

I send out a mass text and invite everyone and anyone to bring
friends and drink whatever libation my brother and I have made to
share. After we have a dozen or so samples we then retire to the
music room and bang on strings and things until something beautiful
happens:
- we fall asleep.